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Monument

O’ dreaded pillar at the center of its pit
Clanging to blackened walls. To specks of light.
Sounding our demise with each booming iteration.
Bounding through the air above us all
If not for your consistent measure
Then the source for which you derive a horrible pleasure.
Would be silence without

Perhaps you stand at the center of the void
For otherwise there would be nothing.
Written by Tristitude
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